Baby Doflamingo Protecting Lovey Bug

Corazon trolling Doflamingo Doshinji!

Daily One Piece drawings

I have a notebook where I draw one piece of - usually - One Piece every single day that I have not yet shared here on Tumblr.

So here it is!

Time to tag like every character ever... heh...

Turning my fanfictions into audiobooks!

Please enjoy them here if you'd like:

Doflamingo's Little Dove Chapter 1:

Knocking on Heaven's Door Chapter 1:

Chapter 2:

Warm my Soul chapter 1:

Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans:

I'm currently working on "Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans"! Please look forward to that becoming an audiobook next.

If you are a One Piece author and would like to see your work turned into an audiobook, please feel free to contact me! ^-^

I thought I'd try to use AI to unblur it and oh my god it's disgusting burn it before it lays eggs

i'd be embarassed to have my website's watermark on that, not gonna lie

It's actually a crime that they put Doflamingo out of focus here.

A CRIME.

Like, this is the best shot of Dressrosa Takeover Doffy where his cute short upward spikes are shown during the takeover on the front profile and it's a a fckn CRIME they put him out of focus. Like, they really drew Doffy this beautifully and then went "yeah we'll put him out of focus"

CRIME CRIME CRIME CRIME

I already have so little Takeover Dressrosa Doffy material as we speak, this fckn SUCKS 😭

I GET MORE MATERIAL OUT OF DRESSROSA TAKEOVER DOFFY'S REFERENCE SHEET THAN IN THE ANIME. WHAT THE HELL 😭😭😭

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Eustass Kidd)

Summary:

Modern AU in which Kidd is more or less happily married. Content warning includes HEAVY SPOILERS so enter at your own risk: Heavy cursing, zombies, impending doom, people dying, angst, horror, grief, murdering your loved ones, explicit violence, violence towards small children, death, typical zombie apocalypse stuff. That said I think as far as zombie apocalypses go this is some pretty vanilla stuff. But then again I literally do not consume any zombie media whatsoever, so what do I know.

"Seriously, you never listen to me. You're suppposed to pick Stevie up from kindergarden today." 

"Babe, I told you, I'm working late today. I gotta finish up today's job, the client's been all over my ass for this, he's been hounding me for the past week non-stop." 

"How is your job more important than our ONLY son?!"

"That's not what I'm saying! But I'll run into big trouble with my boss if I just ditch work today!" 

"It's not what you're saying, but actions speak louder than words. You spend every single day at that damn garage. Do you even know what your son looks like anymore?"

The conversation replays in Kidd's head over and over on his drive to work. Of course he cares for Stevie. Of course he does. His wife Becka just doesn't realize how hard he works every single damn day to pay the bills for both of them. Not like she knows what that's like, she's been staying at home to care for Stevie for the past few years. Which honestly, he resents her for a bit. He'd rather get to spend some time off of work and in the company of his son too. She's right. He knows what his son looks like of course, but he feels so damn estranged from him that it makes him want to punch something. Shitty fucking money and the need to earn it. 

It's not even that he dislikes his job. He loves being a mechanic, but his boss is a proper asshole. Kidd's been dreaming about opening up his own mechanic workshop for years. The "Damned Garage", he'd call it. That way all the wussy clients would be scared off by the name alone and he wouldn't get as many idiots coming to his garage. That was the idea at least. 

During his work day, he manages to forget about the argument by throwing himself into his work. Usually his lunch break is around 1pm, but he puts it off by two hours, having felt the need to make sure that he finish one particularly stubborn piece of repairs first. He grabs his lunch and phone, sitting down in the workers' room at the table, biting into his sandwhich heartily as he turns on his phone to check for anything new happening. 

A sharp feeling of guilt stabs through him when he sees five missed calls from Becka. Shit. What if something had happened?

Without bothering to read his messages first, he calls her immediately. It takes painfully long for her to pick up and boy does she sound pissed when she does. 

"Kidd. Why the fuck didn't you respond?!" 

"Becka. I'm so sorry, I only just saw. What's wrong?" 

"Everything is wrong. Stevie is sick. I called you to pick him up. But of course you didn't fucking answer." 

"Sick? What do you mean, he's sick? What's he got?"

"I don't know! I'm at the doctor's. His breathing is really shallow." Her harsh tone finally mellows as a choked sob comes through the phone. "I'm scared, Kidd. He collapsed at kindergarden today and he's barely conscious. I don't know what the hell is going on. He seemed fine this morning. The caretaker said he sounded like he was choking on something before he collapsed." 

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Which doctor? I'm on my way." Kidd leaves everything where it is, grabbing his car keys and making his way to his car. He'll explain this to his boss tomorrow. 

Becka gives him the address of the children's doctor she's at. When he sits down in his car, it won't start. 

Why won't it start? He's a mechanic, he regularly checks over his car, almost religiously. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Start up you damn bitch!", he yells and slams his fist against the dashboard. Somehow, that makes the engine splutter to life. Sounds like it's got some issue, but that's the last of his worries right now. He needs to get to Becka and Stevie. The car damn well better hold out til then or he'll hijack any that he comes across. He doesn't fucking care right now. He grew up as a lowly street thug and he's not shy about using that knowledge when it counts. 

The streets feel oddly crowded for a tuesday afternoon. It shouldn't be rush hour yet, yet he gets stuck in one jam after the other. He clenches his fist so tightly that his nails start digging into the palm of his hand painfully, leaving angry, red marks. The pain distracts him from his worries at least a little. Just collapsed. Why would Stevie just collapse? If he was choking on something, maybe it was an allergy or some shit? Not that he was aware of Stevie having any. Then again, it was usually Becka, who prepared the meals for both of them, who knew this kind of shit. 

His fingers drum against the steering wheel impatiently. Fuck, fuck, fuck. If only he had his bike here, he'd be able to weave through the traffic without having to wait so damn long. 

It takes him what feels like hours to get even just two blocks further. That's when he sees a couple on a motorbike on the lane to his right. This is his chance. 

He gets out of his car, ignoring the incessant honking that follows him as he makes his way over. Before either of the two notices what's happening, he's pushed them off their bike. 

"Sorry, emergency!", he yells, but he doesn't feel very sorry as he revs up the bike and starts on his journey towards the doctor's address. 

He leaves his car standing there in the middle of traffic. Fuck if he cares, he just needs to make sure that Stevie's okay right now. The police'll be all up his ass over this later anyways, it won't be any issue returning this bike. It's a good bike, he reckons, nice bit of horsepower below him. 

The couple had been some idiot goody two-shoes anyways, respecting the traffic rules to much to weave in between the jammed cars to get to their destination. He definitely deserved it more right now. 

When he finally gets to the doctor, it feels like something out of a nightmare. People are screaming as they're running out of the building. 

"What the fuck is going on?!", he yells at the passers-by, but none of them are willing to answer. He curses once more, running into the building, calling up Becka's number once again. 

Fuck. "Cell phone service not available", his screen reads. Then why the fuck is he paying them a damn fortune for his contract every month?!  

Inside the house it's chaos too. Everyone seems to be trying to get out all at once, making Kidd need to punch his way inside. 

He gets yelled at for this plenty but he's easily able to block off any punches and kicks that come his way in retaliation. None of these people actually know how to fight, unlike him. 

"BECKA?! BECKA!", he screams once he's inside. "BECKA, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

But he's not sure that she'd be able to hear him over the chaos all around in the first place. He keeps shoving people out of his way as he makes his way to the first floor. Something in his gut tells him that if Becka isn't one of the people running outside - and he hasn't seen her amongst those, at least - then she'll be at the epicenter of whatever the fuck is going on right now. 

She'd be slowed down anyways, having to carry their son. He's sure he would have spotted them if they'd been part of the crowd rushing past him seeing as his tall frame is towering over most of the panicked individuals, but he can't be perfectly sure. 

Most of the people seem to already have cleared out of the first floor when he finally makes his way up there. He tries again. "BECKA?! BABE, ARE YOU HERE?"

He doesn't hear anything in response, but what he can hear is what sounds like the pounding of fists against a wall and muffled sobs. 

He makes his way towards the source of the location, his gut churning with worry. This feels like a damn fever dream and not reality. 

When Kidd gets to the room the noises are coming from, he stops dead in his tracks. There seem to be a half-naked man and child pounding against a door? 

"Oi, what the fuck are you-", Kidd starts up, but stops as they turn around when they hear his voice. 

Their faces are all but covered in ugly green pustules, red around the edges and oozing something that's either blood or pus, he's too disgusted to want to look closely. 

Yet he can't bring himself to actually look away either. They just stand there, staring at him, not replying, not responding in any way and Kidd's pretty sure that this is the eeriest thing he's ever experienced. 

His face falls on the young boy. Must be around Stevie's age, though it's hard to make out any of the boy's features granted there's a giant, welting pustule right above his left eye, covering all of it and even some of his skin below, amidst a face that looks almost burnt in how red and wet the skin looks. 

Kidd's just barely able to keep down the retching motion that his throat wants to make at the sight. He's seen some shit - especially during his time on the streets - but never something quite as disgusting as this. 

"Daaaaa.... ddy?" The boy suddenly says. Kidd freezes in his tracks. The voice sounded so slurred, so wrong, like the words had been forced out with great strength. But he'd recognize that voice anywhere. 

"S-Stevie? Is that..." He can't bring himself to finish the sentence. It can't be. This must be some kind of really fucked up nightmare. It can't be true. 

The boy walks towards him slowly, dragging his feet, one of his arms spasming uncontrollably at his side. Fuck. What the hell kind of disease was this? Where was Becka? 

If only he'd had his fucking phone turned on. He should have been here so much sooner.

And who the fuck was the man whose shirt was torn apart at the front, standing beside this monstrosity that bore Stevie's voice? 

The man still hadn't said anything. He tries to now, but all that comes out is a weird, indecipherable gurgle. Kidd wants to run, run as far as he can and leave this shitshow behind. 

But what if that is in fact Stevie? He can't just leave his baby boy behind. Not when he's clearly suffering from whatever kind of fuck-ass disease this is. 

Kidd crouches down, trying to not appear as disgusted as he feels. "Stevie, baby. Where's mommy?" 

"Daaaaaaaaddy." Again, the creepy, slurred voice. Stevie can talk full sentences, so what the hell is this about? Is the disease affecting his brain in some way. 

"Yes, baby, it's me." He nearly has to throw up as he accidentally breathes in too deeply, the rotten scent filling up his senses and making him dizzy with disgust. 

"Kidd?", a female voice suddenly sounds, slightly muffled. It sounds like it's coming from behind the door that Stevie and the man had been pounding against. 

Kidd feels like he can suddenly breathe a little easier. "Becka? Shit, is that you?"

"Yeah. Be careful. The doctor attacked me." 

"Wait, that fuckass dude is a doctor?", Kidd asks. 

Just then, the man tries to speak again, but it's a weak gurgle once more. Even Kidd's kid can speak better while afflicted by whatever the fuck this is. 

Kidd tries to ignore him, focusing on Stevie. "Baby. We'll take you to the hospital, okay? 's gonna be alright. Please don't be scared." 

But taking his focus off of the man seems to have been a mistake. As Kidd is still crouching down in front of Stevie the man seems to undergo some sort of change, his entire body convulsing seemingly at random where he stands, odd, disturbing noises coming out of him. 

Before Kidd can really react the man's suddenly flung himself at Kidd. Thanks to his well-honed reflexes, Kidd manages to let himself fall backwards to do a roll and get out of the man's reach just in time. "What the fuck is your problem, dude?!", he yells at the apparent doctor. 

But when he sees the doctor's face, a cold shiver runs down his spine. His eyes are turned so far back in his head that only the white can be seen anymore and he's coming for Kidd yet again. Kidd lunges for the stool standing in the middle of the room, needing something to defend himself with so as he won't get in direct touch with the disgusting pustules covering all of the man's face and upper torso. 

When the man lunges for him once again he crashes the stool into him, the flimsy wooden construction breaking apart and leaving Kidd with nothing but its two legs in hand. "Fuck!", he curses once again. 

The man seems momentarily paralyzed but goes for Kidd again immediately after recovering his bearings. 

"I'm gonna hurt you if you don't stop this shit!" Kidd's warning feels redundant at this point, but part of him still wants this shitshow to just stop, for the man to calm down and everything to return to normal. 

Kidd parries the man's uncoordinated yet strong attacks by smashing his two sticks against the man's attacking arms. He doesn't even make any sounds of pain, doesn't seem to react much to what must be brutal bruises forming on his arms, he just unrelentingly tries to attack Kidd further. 

A part of Kidd that isn't focused on the fight right now but on protecting Stevie is devastated that his little boy needs to see this shit, but it can't be helped. 

When the man simply refuses to abate in his attacks, Kidd starts bringing down the stool legs on his head repeatedly, jumping out of the man's reach any time he tries to grab him, desperate not to want to get in touch with whatever this fucking disease is. After countless brutal hits and the man's head actively starting to be deformed, he finally goes down. Kidd's arms are hurting from how much power he had to exert as he stands there panting, a disgusting mix of blood and whatever else was coming out of the man and his pustules on his makeshift weapons. 

He lets them fall to the floor as he then turns to open the door that Becka had been hiding behind. Becka jumps into his arms, holding onto him and sobbing desperately, clearly having been terrified out of her mind. 

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.", she keeps repeating, trembling wildly. 

"Is okay. I've got you.", Kidd reassures her, holding her in his strong yet exhausted arms. "I'll always protect you." 

Becka takes a while to calm down in his arms, but he needs that time nearly as much as she does. This is certainly not how he'd expected a visit at the doctor's with Stevie to go. But if Stevie had the same thing that the doctor had...

He can barely finish that thought as Becka suddenly gasps in pain. 

"Becka?!" Panic floods him within seconds. Becka stares down in horror, looking at her leg, which Stevie had bitten into with all of his might. 

He was so small and yet he seemed to have exerted so much force that he'd not only bitten through the fabric of her trousers, but into the skin underneath as well, drawing blood. 

"OW!", Becka yowls, kicking her leg to try and throw Stevie off in panic, but to no avail, he's latching on like a rabid dog. 

"FUCK; KID!", Kidd yells and grabs Stevie, trying not to get in touch with the disgusting stuff covering his body but unable to avoid it entirely in how much force he needs to exert to drag Stevie off of Becka. Even then he needs to grab his mouth and pry it apart to get Stevie to stop biting into his mother. 

He throws Stevie off, positioning himself in front of Becka in case Stevie tries to go for her again. Why the hell does he need to fight his own kid? What the fuck? 

Becka hisses in pain, trying to inspect her leg. 

Normally Kidd would never speak to his child like this, but he's so angry and overwhelmed that he can't keep his cool. "What the fuck, Stevie? How could you attack Becka!" 

Stevia doesn't seem particularly dazed at having been thrown off, getting back up, his one visible eye rolled back, only the white visible. "Mommyyyyyyy...... hurts....." 

Kidd can't help the tears welling up in his eyes at seeing his son in this condition. He'd hurt him. He'd hurt his beloved Stevie. But he had to defend Becka. What choice did he have in this impossible situation? 

"Becka, are you alright?", he asks over his shoulder, trying to keep an eye on Stevie even as he checks in with her at the same time. 

"Hurts like a damn bitch, but I'll live.", is the quick reply. 

"The fuck do we do?", Kidd asks her. What could they even do? 

"We need to lock him in somewhere and get help. I don't know what's happening to him. I don't know how to help him." 

Kidd can't see Becka's face either, but by the tone of her voice, she's definitely crying too. 

"Fuck.", he curses. "Stevie, do you understand what I'm saying?" 

He pushes Becka backwards a bit behind him as Stevie keeps approaching them again. "Huuuuuuurts....", the little kid groans. 

He doesn't know how to do this. If he grabs Stevie there's a good chance he'll be bitten too. With the doctor from here already on the ground unconscious - or in the worst case, dead - it might be a while before they were able to get help again. He needs to make sure he'll stay as uninjured as possible to take proper care of Becka, who might already struggle to walk with her leg now. 

So he picks up one of the stool legs again, a grim expression on his face. 

Becka nearly chokes on her spit as she sees this. "Kidd. Kidd, oh god, no. You can't hurt him!" 

"He's not going to listen to us right now, babe. I need to protect you." 

"That's our baby!", Becka pleads desperately, grabbing the back of his shirt to shake him. 

"I'll be careful.", Kidd replies gravely, shaking her off. 

Stevie tries to lunge for him but because of Becka's location being right behind him he can't dodge, so he has to block the attack with the stool leg. Part of him crumples and dies at having to hurt his own flesh and blood by beating against his wildly flailing arms and legs like this, but his survival mode lets him focus on the fight at hand first of all. 

Kidd goes on to take the initiative, pushing Stevie back towards the room Becka had previously been in with a flurry of feigned and real attacks. 

Stevie doesn't respond to the feigned attacks at all, not flinching back from them at all as one normally would have based on their reflexes. 

Kidd has already seen enough to know that something's seriously fucking wrong, but that's the nail in the coffin for him. 

He can only push Stevie back into the room by actively hitting him. Normally his little boy had been so weak, never one for being super sporty and preferring to draw and sing when the other kids ran around yelling and having fun, so he has no idea where all of this strength is even coming from. 

He can't bring himself to think about how much he's injuring the poor little child's frail bones, how much this will hurt Stevie when he's back to normal. 

Finally, he manages to slam the door shut right in front of Stevie's face, turning the keys over quickly. 

He hadn't even really noticed it during the fight itself, but now he realizes that tears are streaming down his face, actively blurring his vision. 

Kidd turns back around to Becka, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, but she backs away hobbling from him when he gets closer. "You monster! How could you attack our little boy! You filthy, filthy pig! You bastard!" 

She keeps screaming, hurling insult after insult at him. 

Kidd just stands there and takes it. It hurts him deeply to see his wife saying such hurtful things to him, but he can't blame her. God if he doesn't hate himself for doing what he's done just now as well. 

"Becks...", he starts up but is quickly shut up by her screaming at him again. 

He can tell that she's starting to work herself into a state of hysteria so eventually he can't take it any longer, walks up and wraps his arms around her in a hug, even as she starts pounding her fists against his chest, still screaming at him for being such a horrible monster. 

She continues for quite some minutes before finally calming down, her screaming quieting down into miserable sobs. 

"I'll always protect you.", he mumbles into her hair, breathing in the scent desperately to try and calm himself, to find some semblance of normaly in this fucked up situation. 

He hadn't wanted any of this. He hadn't wanted his promise of protection to turn against the very product of their love, their only child. 

He surpresses his sobs, only allowing his tears to stream down freely as he holds Becka with all of his remaining strength. She needs him right now, more than she's ever needed him before, more than she ever would have needed him in a normal life without this kind of fucked up situation. 

Part 2!!

Sanji Playlist: (Easily one of my personal favourites. We love a good french lover boy in this household! There's a lot in here. Happy love, missing love, sad love, love, love, love. L'amour, c'est fou! I think this might be my biggest playlist. It's this or one of my Donquibros / Law.)

Usopp Playlist:

Robin Playlist: (partially very on the nose!)

Mihawk Playlist: (So hard to make playlists for enigmatic characters!)

Perona Playlist: (I have some creepy songs for her but not nearly enough to constitute a full playlist... sorry!)

Eneru Playlist: (Very small, sorry! I'll try to find more!)

Eustass Kidd Playlist: (I thought I'd shared this one on the first post already, whoopsie! I've added a few since posting this on Tumblr ^-^ But you can find all the in-depth explanations on the other post.)

Smoker Playlist: (I'm so sorry that I have barely anything yet, I'll try and find more!)

Bartolomeo Playlist: (Mostly just the creepy side to him so far. I haven't found much positive hero worship yet but I'll keep looking! I love Barto dearly, he's indescribably cute to me. I really need to write fanfiction about him too soon!! :D)

That's all I have for now! If I don't care much for a character there's little to no chance I'll be making a playlist for them so it's unlikely I'll be doing more than these playlists, but I will keep adding to them once I find fitting music! Currently scouring through a lot of musicians like Family Crest, Flying Pickets and many more!

Please enjoy listening!

Now making One Piece playlists on Spotify!

Youtube has become more and more painful with copyright in recent years and frankly while it wasn't so bad for my Eustass Kidd and Ace playlists it got a lot worse when I uploaded Killer's. I don't like listening to slowed / reverb sort of playlists myself so I won't be going that route. Maybe it's just that I used particularly problematic music for Killer?

Either way, I'll be making playlists in the form of actual playlists strung together on spotify from here on out. If I make more playlists as mp3 and mp4 I'll upload them to the drive folder above, you can find the Ace, Kidd and Killer playlists there in both versions!

And now for some good news! I do currently have a lot of playlists in the works, coming soon :D

I can only add 10 links per post, so I'll have to make 2 posts total!

Doflamingo playlist: (A LOT of these are copied over from other Doflamingo playlists!! They're such perfect fits that I could not possibly exclude them, not since I personally listen to my Doflamingo playlist a lot myself and I've become genuinely addicted to some of those :D)

Killer playlist: (Some of these feel a bit redundant but I hope you'll enjoy the playlist regardless!)

Brook playlist: (It's small but I've never seen one for him before!)

Ace playlist: (TLDL: sadness and grief)

Corazon / Rosinante playlist:

(I still haven't seen him in the anime so I hope these fit at all! I based it purely off of fan art on twitter, I'm very obsessed with him for having seen nothing of him yet ^-^ )

Crocodile Playlist: (Another small one but I feel like I hardly know this man beyond his political goals, and even those are very shrouded!)

Hancock Playlist: (she's one of the most fun to make playlists for!! such a specific style of music :D )

Zoro Playlist: (Very short as of yet too but I might add to it in the future!)

Luffy Playlist: (The one piece character I do the least content for, for sure! but at least he gets a playlist :P )

Trafalgar Law Playlist: (I have so many songs for him! This one I haven't moderated much, I just keep adding and adding more ^-^)

I hope you've enjoyed any of these, thank you for listening! Looking through what I have right now I don't have enough songs in the remaining ones to make more than one more post with these.

Characters I am working on right now:

Bartolomeo

Smoker

Apoo

Eneru

Perona

Mihawk

Robin

Usopp

Sanji (I have a ridiculous amount of love songs for him!)

Multiple languages writing challenge!

Writing challenge:

Write in each language you speak, even if only barely. Stop once you don’t know how to say the next part anymore and don't edit anything!

Japanese:

Trafalgar Law doko desu ka? Yasashi to kakoii isha desu. Watashi wa akai koto sorera desu. [STOP]

(I know some Hiragana but I have no idea where to get those letters!)

French:

Bien, c’est trop difficile. [STOP]

Spanish:

Ahora vamos a ensenarlo otra vez. Me gustaría muchísimo escribir alguna historia en Espanol pero no sé si alguna person va a entender lo que escribe. No es tan facil para mi pero me gusta mucho practicar, con mis amigos en los livestreams de Twitch también. Tal vez sería una buena idea escribir algo de los hermanos Donquixote en espanol con su proximidad a Espana con su reino de Dressrosa. Me gustaría mucho el toro en esos [STOP] (I don’t know how to say “colosseum fights” ^^ )

Italiano:

Io lavoro a un ufficio en Lugano. Vorrei andare a la Arena di Verona [STOP] (I was going to write “otra vez”… woops :D )

English:

Well, this feels somewhat redundant. Ain’t no way I’ll lack any words in my native language, right? Spewing big words right now just for me to fall on my face in a few sentences, I’m calling it. Either way this English is far too colloquial in comparison to my texts for the other languages. I should adopt a far more refined writing style and write a little more like a posh lady. Should I even keep going? Like if we look at the chapters to my fanfictions over on AO3 and my twitch livestreams I do think I have a talent for never shutting the fuck up. Then again I do study philosophy, so I guess I’m just well-suited to my own field of study. Oh yeah, I guess considering that this is written English and stuff I shouldn’t abbreviate apostrophes and stuff. Oh well, too bad. Deal with it! English really is the easiest for me to write in. I’m somewhat dreading having to do German next. I always feel like the German I write is [STOP]

( Hah! I couldn’t think of a suitable word for “influenced by” :D )

German:

Okay, dann versuche ich das doch mal. Ich habe bereits angefangen eine Geschichte in Deutsch zu schreiben, allerdings kann ich jetzt nicht wirklich sagen ob die besonders gut geworden ist oder nicht. Als ich versucht habe, sie meiner Familie zu schicken, kamen nur Rückmeldungen von wegen die Datei wäre ein Virus und dass sie das dann nicht lesen wollten. Auch toll. Da fühle ich mich seither auch irgendwie ein bisschen blöd. Ist ja nicht so dass sie es mutwillig nicht gelesen haben, aber irgendwie fühle ich mich damit ein wenig deprimiert und will ihnen die Geschichte jetzt gar nicht nochmal schicken. Kommt ja eh irgendwie immer negatives Feedback zurück, das brauche ich jetzt auch nicht wirklich. Wow, also irgendwie klappt das ja richtig gut im Deutschen! Gut, so Anglizismen wie „feedback“ kann ich jetzt nicht ganz vermeiden, aber das hört sich ja auch einfach blöd an wenn ich das jetzt auf Gedeih und Verderb ins Deutsche reinpresse. Benutzt man diese Redewendung so? Keine Idee. [STOP]

Well, „keine Idee“ is a literal translation of “no idea” so that’s definitely not German, stopping myself right there.

I look forward to continuing my language studies and revisiting this challenge in the future!

Anyone who wants to is encouraged to join this challenge, whether you’re a writer or not, that doesn’t matter at all.

This is all about practise and testing yourself! ^-^

Kid Pirates Month Prompt 31: Eustass Kid as King of the Pirates!

Did I cheat a little by drawing over an Arcane frame? yes. Do I have regrets? no. If I hadn't, the anatomy would be a damn mess, and I wanted to do this final prompt justice.

I wanted to draw him on a bigger throne initially, but that doesn't really feel very Kidd-esque. He wants to be king, sure, but I don't see him sitting on an actual throne ever.

One Piece Dream Recollection Part 2 - Kidd, Killer, Doflamingo

At first, I was travelling through a hostile environment with Kidd and Killer. Things had started out with me helping a primary school kid through their bike exam at school and then through shenanigans I am unfortunately unable to remember I ended up in a big castle-like structure.

Evil royalty lived here, I was either infiltrating the place or working there as a maid, as I ran through the corridors plenty.

The Kidd Pirates - enemies to the castle's royalty - had somehow ended up in there and tried to escape.

I mainly just interacted with Kidd and Killer who didn't trust me in the least at first.

I went along with them despite them trying to get me to leave them the hell alone and stuck around with them for long enough for them to start softening a bit towards me.

As we ran down a very large set of stairs - going down multiple floors in a rectangular shape - we were hot in pursuit by our enemies.

Kidd decided to stay behind and fight them to ensure all of his friends would make it out alive. Killer and I freaked out big time at this but Killer didn't waste time arguing, followed Kidd's command and instead made sure the Kidd Pirates would all successfully escape.

I wasn't nearly as smart and started begging Kidd not to risk his life for this. There was a lot of back and forth of him going "Why the fuck do you care, you don't even know me" to me struggling to explain myself and then I offered to keep the enemies away in his stead.

I must have been a capable fighter in my dream because this was a genuine option. Kidd seeing that I was willing to sacrifice my safety and possibly my life in favour of him and especially his friends immediately won me his respect and then it became the most melodramatic soap opera shit about "no, you can't do this!" of us both saying that to each other that you've ever seen.

I'm pretty sure there was even dramatic, romantic music playing during this, it was fucking wild. I was mentally making fun of how cheesy everything was even as it happened in the dream.

Eventually we all tried to make it out together and ended up hiding in a room on the bottom floor of the castle, right beside the exit. We had to wait for a lot of enemy soldiers to pass before we were able to make it out. I caused a diversion by talking to the guards seeing as they didn't recognize my face.

You're gonna have to suspend your disbelief for a bit here, cause all of a sudden I stopped being myself and uh, became Kidd. Yeah, that happens sometimes.

I (Kidd) was somehow separated from the group, maybe the dream had shifted enough for this to be a slightly different scenario, either way I spread my wings - yup, Kidd/I had huge bat-like wings for whatever reason - and started flying away over the massive castle garden. Think Versaille's park, that sort of size of garden.

Now Kidd is fucking muscular, so it was very hard to fly very high with a body as heavy as his, making it very dangerous to be spotted by any of the numerous castle guards posted in said garden. There were a lot of plants and small hedges out and about that I was able to hide behind, even if the fact that I had the massive red coat on made it incredibly difficult.

I hunted down some small game because I was starting to get really hungry, eating it on the spot (not sure if I/Kidd was entirely human with that + the wings). When I flew slightly above the garden lake (of a relatively small scale) huge bubbles would appear right before massive fish with mouths full of rows of teeth lunged out, trying to kill me.

I had to dodge quite a lot of these killer fish on my journey.

Then the dream shifted a bit again and I was suddenly Doflamingo, yet in the same castle garden.

I came across a very weird hill - it looked entirely unnatural, like somebody who hadn't known how to terraform in a video game had collossally messed up.

Basically on each level of the hill the earth / floor was raised and right on top of it a large rectangular plate of earth (featuring another raise right on it) was stacked. There were about eight stacks of this and it was an incredibly wobbly construction (no wonder).

Now I (Doflamingo) carried over some of the exhaustion I had felt in my escape as Kidd so I considered this strange construction to be a good potential hiding spot.

When getting closer to inspect it I noticed that a rabbit momma (a larpin, but way cuter) and her baby had seeked out shelter under the construction too. The mom was at the very left of the floor she was on; meaning that every time the unstable construction wobbled and swung around in the wind, she had to support all of its weight with her head to make sure she and her baby weren't ever crushed to death.

The baby was injured, having a small cut on its belly as well as most of the fur on its stomach being red and upset so I set out to find some herbs to help treat its wounds.

When I returned the strange hill had leaned forward too much on the bunny's mom so she'd fallen unconscious from the pressure on her head. The baby was freaking out incredibly hard, thinking its mom had died so I sat down and soothed it to the best of my ability.

I then set out to stabilize this strange hill with my strings; connecting the top and bottom of each floor with said strings to stablize the construction and make sure it wouldn't sway dangerously anymore.

I then went around the back of the hill and did the same thing there, (in a very rare moment of scientific clarity I had a thought of "wait, that's not how physics work!" and decided to work on stabilizing the back of it too).

Honestly it was probably just Doflamingo's intelligence permeating my brain in the dream, I'm terrible with science.

So yeah! The dream ended right after this. It's a lot less cohesive than the last dream I dreamt but I hope you got to enjoy it either way.

"For my new year's resolution, I'd like to stop killing my family! Cheers!"

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Reference: (taken from @physics-of-one-piece 's amazing provision of North Blue Doflamingo scenes. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!! They're a total life saver for being obsessed with this silly flamingo psycho.)

and finally, a little sneak peak from an AMV that's so big that it'll take me another few months to finish!